A Month of Sundays

I'm disoriented today; working Saturday but not Sunday makes me feel like today is Saturday, and I keep thinking it is, not that I've been properly vertical enough for the entire day for it to make a difference one way or another.

Yesterday at work wasn't too bad. For me, any way. Everybody else had a discharge and took an admission, because they booked the beds at five minutes to five and started sending them up at regular fifteen minute intervals thereafter.

I woke up today feeling distinctly weird, like my body's trying to decide whether or not to come down with a cold. I sure as hell hope not. Maybe it's some allergy exacerbation, or a mild case of sinusitis. Any way, I feel vaguely lousy and achy, and slept most of the day, and I still feel headachy and bleah in general.

I'm going to go make some tea now, and go dig around in the cupboards to see if I have any medicinal remedies to counteract the effects of my vague symptoms of malaise.